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Coffee Shop Encounter
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Coffee Shop Encounter t started in a coffee shop with a casual glance, a smile, and a series of furtive looks. He was wearing a Naval Uniform, and he looked beautiful standing there in his black uniform jacket and pants, a crispy starched white shirt, shiny shoes, and his hat tucked under his arm. He had very short light brown hair, with a light fleck of grey at his temples. He had an air of authority about him that she suspected was not just because of the uniform. She watched from her table near the window as he purchased his coffee and made his way to a table on the far side of the café. Looking around the café, she observed that every other woman in the room had noticed him too. He seemed oblivious to it all as he sat there and sipped his coffee. When he looked up from his coffee and cast his gaze around the café, she noticed that the other women quickly looked away and pretended they had not seen him. She on the other hand found herself unable to look away, and so, when he finally swept his gaze across her part of the café, their eyes locked. He smiled and winked at her, and she almost dropped her teacup. It only lasted a second or two, but it seemed like an eternity before she was finally able to look away. In that eternity, she noted how incredibly blue his eyes were. She saw the lines at the corner of his eyes that must have come from spending years at sea, scanning the horizon. She thought she’d seen humour, kindness, and intelligence in that moment but it all happened so quickly that it was impossible to be sure. She felt herself turning a deep crimson red, and that caused her to blush even more. She wasn’t sure why she as blushing, but it occurred to her that she hadn’t blushed like that since she was a teenage girl. What she was sure of, was that her hand shook just a little as she brought her cup to her lips and she felt a warmth in her belly that was not caused by the tea she was drinking. When she looked up again, he was gone, his table now empty and no sign of him anywhere. Inexplicably she felt a profound disappointment. It made no sense. After all, he was a complete stranger, but that brief moment where their eyes had met had piqued her curiosity and left her wondering. It took her a moment to register that he was now standing next to her table, and another moment before she realized he had asked her if he could join her. Fumbling to get the words out, she made some sort of guttural noise, which he apparently correctly interpreted as an invitation to join her. She watched him as he slipped into a chair across from her. He exuded confidence. She looked deep into his eyes again to search for any sign of arrogance, or pretention but could find none. He smiled at her again, and she smiled back, unable to help herself. His smile was brighter than the sun streaming in through the coffee shop windows. She felt herself flush again, and a wave of warmth spread out across her cheeks. “Hello, my name is Tim” he said again flashing that perfect smile. ” I was wondering if I might trouble you for some information,” he said. “I’m new in town and I am looking for some information on local attractions.” “ Uh, uhmmm, yeah, uhhhh, I can help you I think. What would you like to know?” She found it difficult to focus on his words. Sitting here next to her, she found it even more difficult no to stare. "Focus.focus" said her inner voice. Between his blue eyes and his sensuous lips she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his conversation. Absentmindedly biting her bottom lip, and gazing at his mouth, she realized he had stopped talking, flustered, her eyes shot back to his. Her startled look brought forward an amused twinkle to his eyes and a slight grin crossed his mouth. Oh, that mouth...."FOCUS!" she commanded herself. "I'm...I'm sorry." was all she could manage. " I was lost in my thoughts for a moment." The amused look remained on his face as he gazed into her eyes. "Penny for your thoughts?" was his reply. "Uhh..ummm never mind” she said, giving her head a slight shake and side stepping the issue. She was blushing again and she could feel it. He said nothing and continued to watch her. Her eyes slowly moved back to his and for what seemed an eternity, she was content to bask in his warm gaze. “Actually, I have two questions” he said, with a quick flash of his smile. “My first question… is there a decent restaurant in this town? Perhaps a theatre?” “My second question; Would you join me this evening?” Unable to form an appropriate response, she nodded dumbly and quickly jotted down her phone number on a napkin. He smiled again, and winked at her, and then he was gone. Her hands shook a little as they fastened a fine gold chain around her neck. Breathe, she warned herself, just breathe. The doorbell rang. Oh, this wasn't going to help her pulse at all. She stopped and checked herself one last time in the hall mirror. She was wearing her favourite little black dress and, she had to admit to herself…she looked good. His eyes widened appreciatively when she opened the door. It made her flush a little. Ridiculous, to still be able to blush at this age. She smiled and ducked her head slightly as she went to get her coat, hoping he wouldn't notice. His quiet chuckle behind her confirmed he hadn't missed a thing. She flushed even more, but forced herself to look at him and smile. What a look. The heat in his magnificently blue eyes made her knees go weak. His eyes were an incredibly deep azure blue she had never seen before. He was still wearing his uniform and if anything, he looked even more handsome than he had earlier at the coffee shop. “Ready to go." She murmured quietly, desperate to get out into public where it just had to be safer for her equilibrium. She saw his eyes flash in recognition and amusement, and she had to laugh. Am I so transparent, she thought to herself? By the time they were seated at the restaurant, her nerves had calmed somewhat. Their lazy, friendly banter had done a lot to put her at ease. She found the little stories he told her about his adventures and travels wildly amusing, and more than once she found herself laughing loudly. His smile was bright, and easy, and very infectious. She found herself glancing often at his hard sensual mouth; wondering what his lips would feel like against hers. Would his kiss be hard, soft, deep, or all three? She allowed her imagination to envision him pushing her up against a wall. His hand sliding over the hollow of her throat, under her chin, and behind her ears, before being buried in her hair. His lips seeking out hers; pressing against her lips, and forcing them apart… OMG she thought to herself. The man hasn’t even touched me and I’m already fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss him… I need to get out more! When she realized that he had stopped talking, she finally tore her eyes away from his lips and looked back into his eyes. She realized, he was waiting for some sort of a response, but she had been so rapt up in her kissing fantasy, that she had no idea what he had been saying. Once again, she felt a crimson flush causing her to blush a deep red. “Are you okay,” he asked, his brow crinkling in concern, “are you choking on something?” Not sure what to say, and feeling more embarrassed than ever, she simply shook her head no and looked away. The waiter arrived with her dinner, and at last the awkwardness was broken. Over dinner, he asked her about herself, and listened in rapt fascination as she described her family, where she had grown up, and her work. He laughed at her funny stories, and she began to relax. When the waiter came around with the dessert menu, she studied the choices…not sure if she should indulge or not. She looked up over her menu, and was about to ask him if he would like to share some decadent chocolate mousse, when she caught him staring at her…Now it was his turn to look away and blush with embarrassment. She smiled to herself, secretly pleased that the score was now even. After dinner, he escorted her out to the car, and walked her to the passenger door. As he held the door open, and she slipped into the car, her dress rode up on her legs and once again, she caught him staring… After what seemed like an eternity, he finally closed her door and walked around and got behind the wheel of the car. “So… ready for some fun,” he asked as he glanced over and winked at her. She watched him covertly as they drove to the theatre. He looked so sexy, it made her heart pound a little harder just looking at him. She noted his strong hand wrapped around the leather-wrapped steering wheel, and the other the other resting casually on the gear shift. Her eyes were transfixed by the hand on the wheel and the way his thumb stroked back and forth over the leather, rubbing it as though enjoying the tactile difference between leather and seam. She found herself imagining that thumb stroking her nipples, the same way and with a stifled groan, she squirmed in the supple leather car seat…. Too soon, they arrived at the theatre. Too soon, because she hadn't yet managed to water down the fires that burned, and she was afraid he would see. He turned off the car, laughing at something She’d said (how had she managed to keep up a conversation? She might never know) and turned to her.. His laugh faded to a smile and took on an edge. She sensed the animal within him, but was not afraid. He leaned towards her, and there in the parking lot of the theatre, he kissed her for the first time. A gentle tentative kiss; his lips lightly brushing over hers. She barely had time to respond, before he pulled back just far enough to look into her eyes. “We don’t want to miss curtain rise do we?” he asked teasingly. He jumped out of the car, and came around her side of the car to open the door for her. Offering her his hand, he helped her out of the car. This time it was she who leaned into him and offered a kiss. Her arms went up around his neck, and pulled him towards her. Her lips parted, and his lips were on hers, soft and hard at the same time. His tongue slipped into her mouth and dueled with her tongue… he rubbed his lips across hers, and they were light and soft and teasing. She pictured him rubbing those lips over other parts of her body and her knees grew weak. Her body melted into his, and his hands slipped down to her hips, pulling her even closer against him. The kiss was everything she had hoped it would be, but it wasn’t enough.. she wanted more of him. She whimpered, there is no other way to describe it and again her cheeks flushed a bright red. She felt like a tigress, ready to hunt, and ready to strike. Her hunger was now palpable, and it could not be denied. She wanted this man, wanted him so bad it ached, and she would not be satisfied until he was hers. At that moment, he chose to break off his kiss and pull away, and she growled, actually growled at him like some feral animal in heat. She looked up into his eyes and saw a flash of raw animal passion pass through his eyes. She smiled to herself, knowing that he too shared her hunger. Taking her hand, he led her into the theatre. As they reached the grand lobby, he veered to the left, away from the double doors leading to the theatre seating area, and instead led her to a narrow staircase leading to the second level. As they reached the top of the staircase she noted a dimly lit corridor with a series of heavy red velvet curtains tied back with heavy red sashes along one side of the corridor. The moved silently along the thick plush carpeting of the corridor until the reached the last curtain. As they drew in front of it, she finally recognized where they were… the theatre boxes that overlooked the stage from above the audience. Stepping into the theatre box, she noted the two dark brown leather Queen Anne chairs, and a sterling silver wine chiller arranged between them. She noticed the show programme and a set of opera glasses arranged on each of the chairs. Taking a step into the box, she stood there hesitantly, unsure of which seat to take. She jumped when she heard the curtain slide shut behind them. The orchestra began to play and the house lights suddenly dimmed, pitching the box into dark shadow. Unable to see, she stood there transfixed until she felt him place one hand on her back while the other took her hand and guided her to her seat. She settled back into her seat noting his presence beside her as the stage suddenly exploded in vibrant colour as the curtain lifted, and the show began. She marveled at the music and the sophistication of the stage production. She allowed herself to become lost in the story and when he reached across and took her hand in his she barely noticed. When he brought her hand to his lips, she noticed. He had her undivided attention when he brushed his lips across the back of her hand, and kissed each of her finger tips. Once again she felt the first tendrils of desire beginning to flicker to life. At the first of three scheduled intermissions, the house lights came up and she found herself once again staring into those impossibly blue eyes. He had to know what effect he was having on her… he couldn’t be oblivious to the power of those eyes she thought to herself. Leaning close he whispered into her ear, “You look so beautiful tonight. I love that dress you know, I have since the first time I saw you in it” “This is the first time you’ve seen me in this dress” she laughed. She blushed again but a shiver of pleasure passed through her at the thought of him thinking of her. Just as the lights went back down for the start of the Second act, he stood and moved behind her chair. She felt his presence behind her, and then he was leaning in, brushing his lips against the back of her neck. The effect was immediate. An electric current arched through her body. She felt goose bumps break out all over her body, and she shuddered involuntarily. She also felt the simmering heat in her belly explode into a raging fire of lust and desire. He rested his hands on her bare shoulders and began to lightly stroke the skin. He slowly traced the curve of her neck with his lips, missing nothing, and taking his time. Her panties were soaked, and she squeezed her legs together. She leaned her head away from his kisses, offering him more of her neck and shoulders. Reaching up, she took both his hands in hers and guided them down to her breasts. She could feel the heat from his hands through the material of her dress. Taking one hand, she slipped it under the material of her dress. Making sure there would be no misunderstanding of what she wanted from his hands, she placed her fingers over his and guided them to her nipple. Moving his fingers, she had him stroke, and brush her nipple until it was rock hard. Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes, bit her lip and allowed his lips, and his hands to fan her passion. “ You better stop”, she said half-heartedly, “you’re driving me crazy.” His response was a low growl in her ear, which sent a shiver all the way down to her<b> toes. </font></b>She could feel her belly clenching spasmodically, and she knew that she would cum…hard, if he kept this up. She squeezed her legs together again. Feeling that familiar tingle begin low down in her<b> toes. </font></b>All the muscles of her body began to coil and contract in anticipation of that glorious release. She pushed her breasts further into his hand, as his fingers stroked and pinched and teased her mercilessly. He dropped his second hand down inside her dress and cupped her other breast. She was close now, very close to cumming. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. She wanted to cum now, to let the passion take her away… She felt her hips and thighs begin to quake. She felt her belly spasm, and the sudden gush of hot liquid slide down the inside of her thigh as the first wave of her orgasm washed across her. Her whole body tensed, as taut as a bowstring before suddenly collapsing in a series of shudders. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. He grit her teeth until her jaw hurt, and she felt tears well up in her eyes as another wave hit her… She felt her pulse pounding in her ears, and it took all of her remaining strength and will power not to scream. She was oblivious when the lights went back down, and she did not notice when the curtain went up and the orchestra began to play. It wasn’t until he removed his hands from her breasts, and his lips from her neck that she once again became aware of her surroundings. He slipped back into his seat, as the characters took to the stage, and she was left squirming in her chair, a throbbing pleasant ache between her legs. When she was finally able to muster the strength to turn her head and look at him… she smiled and winked at her. “So what do you think of the play so far?” he said with a smile, “there’s still two more acts to go.” In that moment she felt a flash of almost pure hatred…he was toying with her. She hated that he had such control over her. She hated that she had such little control of her body when he touched her. She hated being betrayed by her lust and desire for him. At the same time she loved it…she felt more alive than she had felt in a long time. She had almost forgotten what such passion felt like. He had made her cum just touching her breasts and that had never happened before…ever. Well it was time to turn the tables on him and show him that he was not the only one who could play games… She wanted…no…needed to feel him respond the same way she had. Gently, she laid her hand on his knee and began to slide her hand up his thigh. Now it was his turn to squirm ever so slightly. Reaching the apex of his thighs, it didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for. The outline of his burgeoning cock was easily discernable through the material of his trousers. Using her fingernails, she traced the outline of his cock through his pants and was satisfied to hear his sudden intake of breadth when she gave his cock a friendly squeeze. Looking left and right, she confirmed once again that no one was looking and then she slipped from her chair and kneeled in front of him. Continuing to rub his erection through his pants, she used her other hand to undo his belt and unzip his fly. She slipped her hand inside of his fly and deftly pulled his cock out. No content just to free his cock from it’s confines, she reached up with both hands and grabbed the top of his trousers, and pulled them down around his knees. His erection sprang forward waving stiffly in the air. She looked up at him seductively, her eyes meeting his... seeing the desire in his eyes as she licked her lips and smiled up at him. She felt his hands reach up to take her head in her hands, but she was having none of that. She intercepted his hands, and instead, pushed them back and held them at his side. Leaning forward, she gently kissed and then bit the inside of his though, smiling to herself as he shuddered at her touch. Tracing a line up the inside of his thigh with the tip of her tongue, she drew closer and closer to his twitching penis. Grabbing the base of his shaft with her hand, she felt his cock throb in anticipation. She began to gently rub his cock all over her face. He moaned softly and appreciatively as she teased him. Looking up into his eyes, her mouth opened slowly, and deliberately. She prolonged the moment as log as she could before her own hunger got the best of her. Slipping her lips around the tip of his cock, she allowed the throbbing cock to slide against her tongue. She felt him push his hips forward as her lips closed around him, sending a shiver down her body as she tasted him for the first time. His pulsing cock filled her mouth as her lips tightened around him, and she drew him deeper into her throat. His hand slid into her hair, holding her head, and guiding the rhythm. She looked up into his eyes as he began to feed his cock to her. His movements were slow and gentle at first, allowing her to become accustomed to the bulk of his hard cock in her throat. Pulling back, she slid his cock out of her mouth and allowed the tip to slide across her face, her lips, her cheeks, her nose and even her eyes. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt the slick head gliding across her face. Her lips once again tightened around him, and she began to suck in earnest as he slowly thrust his hips up out of the chair. She felt his cock slip deep down her throat, and she fought the urge to gag as she accommodated his bulk. “Oh yes, Suck it!” he whispered hoarsely as she began to bob up and down on his cock. Tiny bead of drool escaped the corners of her mouth as she sucked. His deep guttural moans testified to the effect she was having on him. She could taste an almost steady stream now of pre-cum and she began to salivate in anticipation of him releasing his seed. He began to lose control as his hips pistoned up to meet her mouth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. His groans and growls grew louder and more animalistic. She slipped her hands down to cup his scrotum. With her fingernails, she gently scraped the skin, drawing her fingers the length of his scrotum. The effect was electric. He let out a a deep moan that she as sure was heard throughout the theatre and drove himself as deep as she could stand in her throat. She felt his swollen cock throbbing and pulsing. She responded by once again, burying him deep in her throat, and this time she slipped a finger down between his legs, past the perineum, and against the rosebud of his ass. She again looked up, not wanting to miss the expression on his face. With one shove, she drove her finger into his tight asshole, all the way up to the second knuckle. Twisting her finger around, she stroked his prostate gland. The effect was immediate. With a shuddering gasp, he bucked forward, his ass clenched tight. A powerful jet of cum shot deep into her throat. His hands both cupped the back of her head tight, holding her onto his erupting geyser. His thighs began to convulse, and she felt his sphincter around her finger spasming rhythmically. “Sweet mother of jesus!” he whispered, “argggggggggghhhhhhhh!” Pulling back, she felt his second pulse of semen filling her mouth, with his creamy rich viscous seed. She slurped hungrily, determined not to lose a single drop. Placing one hand around his shaft, she began to milk him… slurping up the last few remaining strands. Looking up at him with a wicked smile, she gently removed her finger from his ass, and gave his cock another squeeze. Reaching down, he lifted her to her feet, and pulled her close into his embrace. He sought out her lips, and forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnants of his cum on her lips and tongue. Smiling wickedly at him, she asked; “So…what did you think of the second act? “ |
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